Dang I remember I went thru an AND1 phase in high school where I wore 2xl shirts and huge shirts to ball as well. Back then breaking someones ankles were more important than actually scoring or playing defense lol memories

I can't play in a tight shirt, and I can't play if I'm not wearing 3 pairs of socks.

I know what you mean Stro. The place I used to ball at was old as f*ck and had no air whatsoever. It was bad on those humid days with no breeze, just stagnant sweaty air. Hard to breathe in.

But I always went prepared. Brought a gym bag with me.

Two pairs of sneakers, one pair black, the other white. 6 pairs of socks, three white, three black. Every sweatband I had. 3 wife-beaters, three t-shirts [5 for 20 yeah n*gga!], two pairs of shorts. Energy bar and no liquid. I never drank any fluids when I played. Weird.

But it didn't feel like a complete day if I didn't go him with a gym bag full of used sweaty gear. I knew it was a good day when I had to a load of laundry when I got home.

I only still have these because they're on Tinypic. Both 3s were wet, and I did score after crossing Hot Sauce here too. It was weak though, just a lefty layup, wanted to dunk but Hi Riser got in my takeoff path

I hope you get killed in gruesome fashion and your head gets decapitated and your corpse mutilated by birds of prey.

Then i hope no one attends your funeral. I hope your mom makes a facebook group about it and there's only two members. Then I'll join and post obscenities all over your wall but since nobody ever checks the page out, there will be no one to delete it.

100 years from now, when facebook will be but an internet relic, someone will fish your group out of the obscurity of forgotten websites. They will realize how big of a f@g you must have been throughout your life to die horribly without anyone caring whatsoever. Your legacy of being a large homosexual will live on and people will post pics of your desecrated online memorial with captions of FAIL and PWNED and whatever new terms of utter defeat will arise by then.

I hope you get killed in gruesome fashion and your head gets decapitated and your corpse mutilated by birds of prey.

Then i hope no one attends your funeral. I hope your mom makes a facebook group about it and there's only two members. Then I'll join and post obscenities all over your wall but since nobody ever checks the page out, there will be no one to delete it.

100 years from now, when facebook will be but an internet relic, someone will fish your group out of the obscurity of forgotten websites. They will realize how big of a f@g you must have been throughout your life to die horribly without anyone caring whatsoever. Your legacy of being a large homosexual will live on and people will post pics of your desecrated online memorial with captions of FAIL and PWNED and whatever new terms of utter defeat will arise by then.

I hope you get killed in gruesome fashion and your head gets decapitated and your corpse mutilated by birds of prey.

Then i hope no one attends your funeral. I hope your mom makes a facebook group about it and there's only two members. Then I'll join and post obscenities all over your wall but since nobody ever checks the page out, there will be no one to delete it.

100 years from now, when facebook will be but an internet relic, someone will fish your group out of the obscurity of forgotten websites. They will realize how big of a f@g you must have been throughout your life to die horribly without anyone caring whatsoever. Your legacy of being a large homosexual will live on and people will post pics of your desecrated online memorial with captions of FAIL and PWNED and whatever new terms of utter defeat will arise by then.

I hope you get killed in gruesome fashion and your head gets decapitated and your corpse mutilated by birds of prey.

Then i hope no one attends your funeral. I hope your mom makes a facebook group about it and there's only two members. Then I'll join and post obscenities all over your wall but since nobody ever checks the page out, there will be no one to delete it.

100 years from now, when facebook will be but an internet relic, someone will fish your group out of the obscurity of forgotten websites. They will realize how big of a f@g you must have been throughout your life to die horribly without anyone caring whatsoever. Your legacy of being a large homosexual will live on and people will post pics of your desecrated online memorial with captions of FAIL and PWNED and whatever new terms of utter defeat will arise by then.

I hope you get killed in gruesome fashion and your head gets decapitated and your corpse mutilated by birds of prey.

Then i hope no one attends your funeral. I hope your mom makes a facebook group about it and there's only two members. Then I'll join and post obscenities all over your wall but since nobody ever checks the page out, there will be no one to delete it.

100 years from now, when facebook will be but an internet relic, someone will fish your group out of the obscurity of forgotten websites. They will realize how big of a f@g you must have been throughout your life to die horribly without anyone caring whatsoever. Your legacy of being a large homosexual will live on and people will post pics of your desecrated online memorial with captions of FAIL and PWNED and whatever new terms of utter defeat will arise by then.